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Monday, 29 February 2016

First of the Month Fiction - March

Even with the extra day, that flew by!

You know the drill (100 word story exactly or less than 30 words in the comments, link your blog so we can see your unfettered glory.)

Even at five in the afternoon the sun was still beating down. Sweat on her brow dripped continuously in the stifling heat. The crowd chorused in agreement with the angry speaker, demanding action on climate change. The sudden heatwave had finally spurred them into acknowledgement, if not action. Hopefully it wasn't to late. The backs of those in front of her were gleaming with uncomfortable dampness. It seemed to be getting hotter by the minute.

A world away, the young boy held his magnifying glass, directing sunlight onto the tiny colony. Soon enough, one of them would burst into flames.

Ha ha! I want to know how the two scenarios relate. Is the fire going to spread? What will happen to the group of people?There are too many unanswered questions here!!

Here's one for youL

The little bird hopped from branch to branch in the rusted red cage, chattering as it did so. A half eaten piece of apple balanced precariously between two bars. A row of unwanted seed settled on the ground below.Esmerelda sat on a chair nearby watching. She loved the bird. Oh, how she loved the bird. It was easily her most favourite thing in the whole world, and she never wanted to part with it.But she hated the cage that boxed it in. The metal bars stifled his song, she was sure, and she had to let him go.